Yang Guang looked at Chen Pingwu, who was fighting extremely hard in front of him, and sighed in his heart, as if he had returned to his childhood.

Two young boys, Lang, each holding a wooden sword, practiced with each other in the Changwu Palace.

A young man in white was full of passion, shouting and attacking hard.

The other black-clothed young man was expressionless, calmly defending, and had no flaws.

The two struggled for a long time, until the snowflakes gradually fell in the gray sky.

The white-clothed young man gradually lost his strength, and the speed of the sword in his hand slowed down, panting.

Seeing this, the young man in black directly swept the wooden sword in his hand and knocked down the wooden sword in the young man's hand.

Then a sword was pointed at the throat of the young man in white, ending the battle.

"Oops, I'm losing again!"

The young man in white smiled, scratched his head and hugged the young man in black, and the two returned to the house together.

Turning his gaze, Chen Pingwu at this moment was still like a child, struggling to swing the sword in his hand, his physical strength gradually weakened, and his speed slowed down.

Yang Guang sighed softly and said indifferently.

"Shizi, you lost."

The sword in Yang Guang's hand flashed, and he quickly looked at Chen Pingwu's right hand, but it was not the same as he imagined.

Chen Pingwu, who was originally exhausted, suddenly threw down the long sword, flew towards Yang Guang, and in the face of the unexpected action, Yang Guang was stunned, only to see the corner of Chen Pingwu's mouth smile slightly, and then snorted, and a dagger was inserted into Yang Guang's lower abdomen.

"Not necessarily."

Chen Pingwu leaned to Yang Guang's ear and said softly, but there was no trace of joy of victory in his eyes, but a faint sadness.

Chen Pingwu remembered that the dagger in his hand was given to him by Yang Guang at his coming-of-age ceremony.

At that time, King Changwu also made fun of Yang Guang, and the appearance of the dagger was shabby.

But Chen Pingwu knew that this dagger was caused by Yang Guang's coming-of-age ceremony, which took a whole month to forge the cold iron outside the sky.

It's just that neither of them thought that this dagger would appear in this way now.

Yang Guang stood in place stunned, Chen Pingwu hurriedly retreated, pulled up Wang Jia on the side and fled.

After a long time, the evening breeze blew the ends of Yang Guang's hair, and the conversation was in his ears.

"Yang Guang, can't you make me a bigger one? It's so small, it's not domineering at all! ”

"The prince of the world is not good at martial arts, if he really encounters a master, he can win by sneak attack."

"You know what! I'm relying on my brain..."

Yang Guang slowly lowered his head, touched the dagger in his abdomen, and the corners of his mouth showed a rare smile, and said softly.

"Your heart is too soft after all."

Poof!

He drew his dagger with a blank face, and blood flowed profusely.

Yang Guang didn't seem to have a trace of pain, so he casually tore off a piece of the corner of his clothes, simply bandaged the wound, and stopped the bleeding.

chased in the direction where the two had fled.

... ...

In the Yanwu County Mansion, Fang Yang led the master to the prison, looked at the imprisoned Feng Yewu, and the injured Lu Jue, sneered, and asked.

"Tell me, who are you two?"

Feng Yewu heard Fang Yang's inquiry and understood that King Pingyi had not greeted the two of them yet, so he replied indifferently.

"The two of us are from Dali Temple, and we were ordered to come to investigate the murder of Li Ru."

Fang Yang and Master glanced at each other, thinking in their hearts.

In Dali Temple, the lowest official position is also higher than the two, and it is even more determined that the two cannot be released.

Otherwise, they will have nowhere to go in the future if they retaliate.

The master's eyes darkened, and he scolded loudly.

"Fart, you two killed Li Ru's family of thirteen, and now they are pretending to be Beijing officials, which is a heinous crime!"

Feng Yewu sneered when she heard her master scolding her like this, her eyes full of disdain.

Fang Yang on the side pretended to be smiling, and hurriedly said to Feng Yewu.

"My master, I haven't seen much of the world, since the two adults are officials in Kyoto, do you have a certificate?"

Feng Yewu was asked by Fang Yang, and couldn't help but be stunned, he had never taken any certificate when he left the palace, and Lu Jue's waist card was taken by Wang Jia, and he really couldn't prove himself for a while.

"I was in a hurry and didn't prepare, but Wei Nanqi, the secretary of Dali Temple, can prove the identity of the two of us."

After Fang Yang heard Feng Yewu's words, he first laughed, and then his face turned grim and scolded.

"Are you two really idiots? What is the identity of Dali Siqing, the official residence of the three products, I am a small county order, how to verify? ”

Lu Jue was injured on the side, and after hearing Feng Yewu's answer, he sighed helplessly in his heart.

Feng Yewu lives in the palace and doesn't know the local rules, this Fang Yang is just an eight- or nine-grade sesame official, not to mention the third-grade Dali Siqing, it is an ordinary five-grade official, and it is difficult to meet him.

Now that the county magistrate knows that the two of them can't prove their innocence, I'm afraid they can't get rid of the two of them as soon as possible.

Fang Yang sneered, looked at Feng Yewu, who was silent, and threw down a sentence with his sleeves.

"Three days later, ask on the street!"

And he left.

Looking at the people who left, Feng Yewu returned to Lu Jue's side and sat on the ground.

Lu Jue propped himself up and smiled bitterly with a messy breath.

"Your Majesty, if it weren't for the slave's case, you wouldn't have fallen into this way."

Feng Yewu heard Lu Jue's words, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, looking at Lu Jue with worried eyes without the slightest blame.

"Don't say it, Lone is willing to do this, but I don't know the following situation on weekdays, I don't want these civil officials to be so arbitrary, without any trial, and easily convicted, when we go out, Lone will be..."

Before Feng Yewu finished speaking, Lu Jue coughed violently and interrupted her.

In fact, Lu Jue shouldn't have been so fragile, but Yang Guang's sword spirit was domineering, and after being injured, he fought fiercely and lost too much blood, so he was so weak.

Now he is in prison again, damp and cold, and his injuries have worsened.

After Lu Jue coughed, he looked up at Feng Yewu and explained with a wry smile.

"Your Majesty doesn't know anything, just now you said that when we were born in Dali Temple, it was already difficult to have vitality."

When Feng Yewu heard this, she didn't understand it very much, and asked suspiciously.

"Why? Is it because I can't identify myself? ”

Lu Jue shook his head helplessly and explained slowly.

"Your Majesty is in a high position, I don't understand these civil bureaucrats, don't say whether the two of us can really prove our identities, they won't let us go out alive, the county order is just an eight- or white-grade official, if we really come from Dali Temple, and now we are guilty of such a crime, can he pay it back in the future?"

When Feng Yewu heard this, he was immediately furious.

"How can this be reasonable, murdering the court official, how many heads can he lose?"

Lu Jue sighed softly and replied.

"If someone knows that it is considered a murder, and you and I sneak into this Yanwu County in plain clothes, as long as they say that they don't know, according to the law, they pretend to be court officials, and they will be killed, and at most they will be removed from their official positions, and they will not worry about their lives."